#LUIS MARIANO

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Spanish tenor singer Luis Mariano on a vintage postcard

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Under the sun of Mexico City

(Réédition) Luis Mariano – Mexico VALLEE DE MEXICO Le jour déploie son corps transparent. De ses grands marteaux invisibles, la lumière me frappe. Attaché à la pierre solaire, je ne suis qu’une pause entre deux vibrations : le point vif, aiguisé, le point fixe, intersection de ces deux regards qui s’ignorent et qui se retrouvent en moi. Pactisent-ils ? Je suis l’espace pur, le champ de…

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LA POLITIQUE DU CINÉMA FRANÇAIS

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Happy Mothers' Day ! 💐🌹🥀🌺

Who better than Luis Mariano to celebrate Mother's Day.

[yama-bato]

Luis Mariano González

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CAPULLITO DE ALHELÍ (1986) dir. Mariano Ozores Moisés and Hilario are two aging men who maintain a long-distance romance through letters and advertisements in the contact section of a newspaper. Hilario lives in Valencia and has just become a widower, which is why he decides to go live in Madrid with Moisés. The day they choose to start their new life together, however, is 23-F, the day Lieutenant Colonel Antonio Tejero carried out a coup attempt, and Hilario and Moisés fear that they will have to return to the hell of repression. (link in title)

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16 January 2012 | Spain's former prime minister Jose Maria Aznar, Spain's Queen Sofía, France's President Nicolas Sarkozy, Spain's King Juan Carlos, Spain's Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy, and former prime ministers Felipe Gonzalez and Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero pose for the photographers after receiving France's President Nicolas Sarkozy one of Spain's highest honours, the Order of the Golden Fleece, at the Royal Palace in Madrid, Spain. (c) Carlos Alvarez/Getty Images

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Luis Mariano González

Woman's Prater park

Vienna

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Competencia oficial, 2021 Dir. Mariano Cohn, Gastón Duprat

[postcard-from-the-past]

Luis Mariano on a vintage postcard

[ibonoco]

Under the sun of Mexico City

(Réédition) Luis Mariano – Mexico VALLEE DE MEXICO Le jour déploie son corps transparent. De ses grands marteaux invisibles, la lumière me frappe. Attaché à la pierre solaire, je ne suis qu’une pause entre deux vibrations : le point vif, aiguisé, le point fixe, intersection de ces deux regards qui s’ignorent et qui se retrouvent en moi. Pactisent-ils ? Je suis l’espace pur, le champ de…

[gatutor]

Marisol "El taxi de los conflictos" 1969, de Mariano Ozores, José Luis Sáenz de Heredia.

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[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

6 and 9 😏

For Mariano????

Ahahahahaaaaa I know just what to do for this c:< I'll even throw in a bonus for you.

Prompts are from this ask game!!

6 - Panic attack and 9 - Injury TWs: gunshot wound, blood, panic attack, hostage situation, robbery, sensory overload

The pop of a handgun and a blooming, electric burn in his calf froze Mariano stiff. How was this happening again? His therapist had even talked over how unlikely being shot during a robbery was, much less the chances of a similar situation happening again.

It wasn't supposed to happen again.

"I said, everyone freeze." The robber spat. His arm was locked around Mariano’s throat. His gun was still pointed at Mariano’s leg. The two gunmen were still at the counter. Mariano had long since abandoned the idea of buying an energy drink for work tomorrow. Now he just wanted to avoid a month in the hospital again.

"We're okay, right?" He purred into Mariano's ear. Mariano swallowed.

"Fantastic." He said, breathless. His heart hammered in his chest as the other bystanders finally fell still. "We're fantastic."

His thoughts were frustratingly scrambled. He never used to get like this, he'd had guns pressed to his head before and taken down his attackers anyway. He'd been in firefights. A shot to the calf wasn't even potentially lethal for another good few hours.

Why did he feel like he was back in the coffee shop, trying to open the safe?

Was the person he'd ridden with inside? Who had been with him? Was he the passenger, or did he lose his keys somehow?

"Good." The man said, before looking away. "C'mon, hurry it up." He snapped to the other one still threatening the cashier. "We need to get outta here."

Flashing lights outside drew his attention then, and he cursed. "Who called?!" He demanded, hearing the one getting their money zipping up a bag. "Who called the cops?!"

No one answered.

"You're coming with me." The one holding Mariano snarled, tightening his grip around his throat. He started walking them both towards the door as the police started calling for the robbers to come out with their hands up. That was fine, he'd been arrested before and they'd had bigger guns then.

He couldn't breathe, though. Was the guy holding too tight? The fact that he was being used as a shield was the only thing that kept Mariano from stumbling.

What if the police thought he was a suspect too? He was wearing his glasses chain, but he'd left his jacket behind so all his scars were visible. He was bleeding, though. And being held at gunpoint. That was probably a bigger point in his favor.

As they burst through the doors, the gun shifted to his chest. To the left. This guy didn't know the heart was at the center. Good. He didn't want his other lung getting punctured, but it was still better than dying.

Why couldn't he understand what anyone was saying?

The guy was shouting, and sometimes the muzzle pressed harder into the fabric of his shirt. There was another voice over the loudspeaker of one of the police cars. There were so many guns pointed at them both.

This wasn't like when he'd been arrested. This was worse. This was brighter, it was louder. He could breathe when he was arrested. He could breathe when he was sitting next to a half-conscious General Lanzo, blood all over both of them with his hands in the air.

Why couldn't he breathe?

There was more shouting, and his head was roaring and spinning and the noon sun painted the sky too bright of a blue and the flashing lights were too much and then there was a

Pop.

The muzzle jumped, right as the robber pulled the trigger.

Mariano's shoulder exploded in pain.

The robber dropped him.

He still couldn't breathe.

Mariano's knees hit the ground and he curled in on himself. One hand gripped his shoulder, the other twisted into his own hair. He trembled on the asphalt like he'd just been pulled from a winter-chilled river, pathetic and unable to move. There were more pops, and the screech of tires.

Hands swarmed him next, and more voices, urgent and gentle and firm and all talking at once.

"Your friend is here, right here, can you look at us?"

"Looks like we have two gunshot wounds."

"Yeah, I see one on his calf."

"Go get the Mylar blanket. Maybe the oxygen too, I think he's going to--"

Darkness snapped shut around Mariano's vision. The noise cut out. He relaxed, despite everything.

Right then, fainting almost felt like mercy.

[gregor-samsung]

Competencia oficial [Official Competition] (Gastón Duprat, Mariano Cohn - 2021)

[yama-bato]

Air, Sea and Land

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